A Blessing In A Storm Poem by Phil Soar

Beneath a sea of anguish and above a world of pain,
The hurt affects him daily, and he hides his lonely shame,
His turmoil is infectious, and it seems there's no escape,
His life a mess, and his distress, needs work to now reshape.

A storm that started as a shower, became a hurricane,
Took away his dignity, and heightened all the blame,
And as the clouds began to darken, filling up the sky,
He sits alone in deep despair, and never wonders why.

He takes the signs of emptiness as something he must ride,
Even though the daily grind is building up inside,
And yet he still sees humour, in the darkest of his hours,
But is that just a mask he wears, amongst the stormy showers?

As much as he seeks sympathy, he hides inside his mind,
Even though his partnerships and family are all kind,
Maybe there's a blessing in the storm, to help him through,
Without the thought of sanctuary, there's nothing he can do.

The storm clouds will be distant soon, and skies return to blue,
Until that moment happens, there is nothing he can do,
He'll ride the storm with vigour, and a sense of emptiness,
But realise in times of need, he really should feel blessed.